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Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work :
And give it way; – I know thou canst not choose. What is the time o' the day?

(Miranda sleeps.
Ari.

Past the mid season. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now : Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Approach, my Ariel ; come.

and now,

Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Enter ARIEL.

Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,

Which is not yet perform'd me. To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

Pro.

How now? moodly? On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task

What is't thou canst demand ? Ariel, and all his quality.

Ari.

My liberty.
Pro.
Hast thou, spirit,

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Perform'd to point 8 the tempest that I bade thee?

Ari.

I pray thee Ari. To every article.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service; I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak,

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst I flamed amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,

promise And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,

To bate me a full year. The yards, and bowsprit, would I fame distinctly,

Pro.

Dost thou forget Then meet, and join : Jove’s lightnings, the precur- From what a torment I did free thee ?

Ari.

No. O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st And sight-outrunning were not : The fire, and It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; cracks

To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, When it is bak'd with frost.
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Ari.

I do not, sir. Pro.

My brave spirit ! Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil 9

forgot Would not infect his reason?

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Ari.

Not a soul

Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her ? But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Ari. No, sir. Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners,

Pro.

Thou hast : where was she born ? Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

speak; tell me. Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,

Ari. Sir, in Argier.3 With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)

Pro.

0, was she so? I must, Was the first man that leap'd.

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! Which thou forget'st. This vile witch, Sycorax, But was not this nigh shore ?

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Ari.

Close by, my master. To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, Ari.

Not a hair perish'd; They would not take her life : Is not this true ? On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

Ari. Ay, sir. But fresher than before ; and, as thou bad'st me,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle :

child, The king's son have I landed by himself;

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
His arms in this sad knot.

To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Pro.
Of the king's ship,

Refusing her grand hests 4, she did confine thee, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,

By help of her more potent ministers, And all the rest o' the fleet ?

And in her most unmitigable rage, Ari.

Safely in barbour Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain Thou call'ast me up at midnight to fetch dew A dozen years; within which space she died, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes ', there she's hid:

And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;

groans, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,

(Save for the son that she did litter here, Which I dispers’d, they all have met again ; A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with And are upon the Mediterranean Alote,

A human shape. Bound sadly home for Naples ;

Ari.

Yes ; Caliban her son. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d,

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, And his great person perish.

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Pro.

Ariel, thy charge

What torment I did find thee in : thy groans

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts 8 The minutest article.

9 Bustle, tumult. I Bermudas. 2 Wave. Algiers.

Comniands.

3

tile;

Pro.

Of ever-angry bears. This Sycorax

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and ferCould not again undo ; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Cursed be I that did so ! - All the charms The pine, and let thee out.

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Ari.

I thank thee, master. For I am all the subjects that you have, Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

The rest of the island.
Ari.
Pardon, master : Pro.

Thou most lying slave, I will be correspondent to command,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd And do my spriting gently.

thee, Pro.

Do so; and after two days Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee I will discharge thee.

In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate Ari.

That's my noble master! The honour of my child. Abhorred slave; What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Which any print of goodness will not take,

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like

[Erit Ariel. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; With words that made them known : But thy vile Awake!

race, Mira. The strangeness of your story put Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Heaviness in me.

natures Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Yields us kind answer.

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't I do not love to look on.

Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid 6 you, Pro. But, as 'tis,

For learning me your language ! We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,

Hag-seed, hence! Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban, To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice ? Thou earth, thou ! speak.

If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, for thee :

That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?

Cal.

No, 'pray thee!

I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside. Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph.

It would control my dam's god, Setebos, Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

And make a vassal of him.

Pro. Hark in thine ear.

So, slave; hence ! Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Exit.

[Exit CALIBAN. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, come forth!

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing i Enter CALIBAN.

FERDINAND following him. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

Ariel's Song With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

Come unto these yellow sands Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

And then take hands : And blister you all o'er !

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

(The wild waves whist 7) cramps,

Foot it featly here and there ; Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 5

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

Hark, hark ! All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly. As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging

The watch-dogs bark : Than bees that made them.

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly. Cal. I must eat my dinner.

Hark, hark! I hear This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

The strain of strutting chanticlere Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest

Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. first, Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or would'st give me

the earth? Water with berries in't; and teach me how It sounds no more : — and sure, it waits upon To name the bigger light, and how the less, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, And show'd thee all the qualities o’ the isle, This musick crept by me upon the waters ; 5 Fairies.

6 Destroy.

7 Being stilled, silenced,

No;

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, I'll set thee free for this ! - A word, good sir ; With its sweet air ; thence I have follow'd it, I fear, you have done yourself some wrong : a word. Or it hath drawn me rather :

But 'tis gone.

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This No, it begins again.

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
ARIEL sings.

To be inclin'd my way!
Fer.

O, if a virgin,
Full fathom five thy father lies ;
Of his bones are coral made;

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Those are pearls, that were his eyes :

The queen of Naples !
Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more. -
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change

They are both in either's powers; but this swift

business
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [ Aside.
Hark! now I hear them, - ding-dong, bell.

Make the prize light. -One word more; I charge

thee, [Burden, ding-dong.

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself ther :

Upon this island, as a spy to win it This is no mortal business, nor no sound

From me, the lord on't. That the earth owes 8: – I hear it now above me.

Fer.

No, as I am a man. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a And say, what thou seest yond'.

temple : Mira.

What is't ? a spirit ? If the ill spirit have so fair an house, See how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

Good things will strive to dwell with’t. It carries a brave form : – But 'tis a spirit.

Pro.

Follow me. — [To Ferd. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor. — Come. such senses

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : As we have, such : This gallant which thou seest,

Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food sball be Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. call him

Fer. A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,

I will resist such entertainment, till And strays about to find them.

Mine enemy has more power.

(He draws. Mira.

I might call him
Mira.

O dear father, A thing divine ; for nothing natural

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
I ever saw so noble.

He's gentle, and not fearful.'
Pro.
It goes on,

[Aside.
Pro.

What, I say, As my soul prompts it :- Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll My foot my tutor! – Put thy sword up, traitor ; free thee

Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conWithin two days for this.

science Fer.

Most sure the goddess Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward ?; On whom these airs attend ! -Vouchsafe my prayer For I can here disarm thee with this stick, May know, if you remain upon this island; And make thy weapon drop. And that you will some good instruction give, Mira.

Beseech you father! How I may bear me here : My prime request, Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! Mira.

Sir, have pity; If you be maid, or no ?

I'll be his surety.
Mira.
No wonder, sir;

Pro.

Silence: one word more But, certainly a maid.

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer.

My language; heavens! - An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench ! Pro.

How ! the best?

To the most of men this is a Caliban,
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee ? | And they to him are angels.
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Mira.

My affections
To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; Are then most humble; I have no ambition
And, that he does, I weep : myself am Naples; To see a goodlier man.
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Pro.

Come on; obey: [T. Ferd. The king my father wreck'd.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Mira.

Alack, for mercy! And have no vigour in them.
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Fer.

So they are:
Milan,

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
And his brave son being twain.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Pro.

The duke of Milan, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, If now 'twere fit to do't : — At the first sight Might I but through my prison once a day

[Aside. Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth They have chang'd eyes : - Delicate Ariel, Let liberty make use of; space enough

Have I in such a prison.
Owns.

9 Confute.
1 Frightful.

? Guarda

Pro.
It works: Come on.

Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted,
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! — Follow me. - Which now came from him.
[To Ferd. and Mir. Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [T, ARIEL. As mountain winds : but then exactly do Mira.

Be of comfort ; All points of my command. My father's of a better nature, sir

Ari.

To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. (Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.
Another part of the Island,

Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, Gonzalo, Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

almost beyond credit) Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Is much beyond our loss : our hint of woe

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than

stain'd with salt water. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,

Ant. If but one of his pockets could I mean our preservation, few in millions

would it not say, he lies ? Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his “eport. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace !

as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

of Tunis. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit ; well in our return.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper By and by it will strike. Gon. Sir,

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Seb. One : Tell.

paragon to their queen. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. offer'd,

Ant. How came that widow in ? Widow Dido! Comes to the entertainer

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too ? Seb.

A dollar.

good lord, how you take it! Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have

Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me spoken truer than you purposed.

study of that : she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. should.

Adr. Carthage? Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Alon. I proythee, spare.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Gon. Well, I have done : But yet –

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Seb. He will be talking.

next? Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Ant. The cockrel.

bring forth more islands. Seb. Done: the wager ?

Gon. Ay? Ant. A laughter.

Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. A match.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,

seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Set. Ha, ha, ha!

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Ant. So you've pay'd.
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,

Seb. ’Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Seb. Yet.

Ani. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Adr. Yet

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Ant. He could not miss it.

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marAnt. True; save means to live.

riage ? Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears Gon. How lush 3 and lusty the grass looks! how the stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never

against green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Seb. With an eye 4 of green in't.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Who is so far from Italy removed, 4 Shade of colour.

B4

3 Rank,

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to me.

I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir To feed my innocent people.
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish I would with such perfection govern, sir,
Hath made his meal on thee !

To excel the golden age.
Fran.
Sir, he may live; Seb.

'Save his majesty : I saw him beat the surges under him,

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir? -
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

Alon. Pry'thee, no more : thou dost talk nothing
The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Gon. I do well believe your highness ; and did
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always
As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt,

use to laugh at nothing.
He came alive to land.

Ant. "Twas you we laugh'd at.
Alon.
No, no, he's gone.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh loss;

at nothing still.
That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- Ant. What a blow was there given !
ter,

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
But rather lose her to an African;

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal : you
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

continue in it five weeks without changing.
Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other-

Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music.
wise
By all of us; and the fair soul herself

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Which end o’the beam she'd bow. We have lost Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure your son,

my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

for I am very heavy?
More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's

(All slep but Alon. SEB. and ANT. Your own.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I
Gon.
My lord Sebastian,

find
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, They are inclin'd to do so.
And time to speak it in : you rub the sore,

Seb.

Please you, sir,
When you should bring the plaster.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
Seb.

Very well.

It seldom visits sorrow : when it doth,
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

It is a comforter.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,

Ant.

We two, my lord,
When you are cloudy.

Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
Seb.
Foul weather?

And watch your safety.
Ant.

Very foul.

Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy. – Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,

[Alonso sleeps. Erit ARIEL. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them !
Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Seb.

Why do?

Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con- Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. traries

They fell together all, as by consent;
Execute all things : for no kind of traffic

They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;

Worthy Sebastian ? — 0, what might ? – No
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty ; no contracts,

And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
Succession ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil :

and
No occupation; all men idle, all ;

My strong imagination sees a crown
And women too; but innocent and pure :

Dropping upon thy head.
No sovereignty : –

Seb.

What, art thou waking ?
Seb.

And yet he would be king on't. Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets Seb.

I do; and surely, the beginning

It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak’st Gon. All things in common nature should pro- Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say? duce,

This is a strange repose, to be asleep
Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, And yet so fast asleep.
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Ant.

Noble Sebastian,
Of its own kind, all foison", all abundance, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep – die rather ; wink'st
5 Plenty.

Whiles thou art waking

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